Driving home on this rainy Saturday evening, the windshield wipers are paragraphs separating my thoughts. I’ve been hand-drumming for 3 hours in a drum circle at the local health food store. Some of the participants I’ve known for decades, others I met today. The face of my friend flashes through my mind. We lunched earlier …
inSpirations and inSights on my pebbled garden path…
wRighTing My Life 